Antipoem: These Tears

These tears of mine roll down my cheeks.
They ache. They burn. They sting.
I hold the blade, my grip so tight.
Inching closer to my goal.
I blink. I squint. I wipe them away.
Next time, I’ll refrigerate the onions.

I have never uploaded anything literature-wise before, despite focusing more on writing than art lately.

This was a short poetry assignment in my 400-level writing course last semester. We were to write an antipoem* inspired by Nicanor Parra.

*From Wikipedia: Anti-poetry is an art movement that attempts to break away from the normal conventions of poetry. Early proponents of anti-poetry include Nicanor Parra. Nicanor Parra, known as the father of anti-poetry, published his first collection of antipoems in 1954 (Poemas y antipoemas) and sought to reject the belief that verse holds any mystical power. The poems have been described as prose-like, irreverent, and illuminating the problems of human existence.